Did you think, that I would not know?
The web you weave with your pernicious soul?
You spin and spin and then retreat.
Leaving the entanglement of your ludacris deceit.
At first you don't suceed, then you try it again.
Doing whatever it takes to lure them back in.
Think about where you spin your luck.
A paramour, the black widow, may devour you up.